Zazen “haiku” Collection

a memory evening

forgotten in the sunset

burnishes copper kettles

 

holding linen gloves

performing léger de main

with destiny’s child

 

hidden pathways unwind

each nascent moment

ever pregnant pauses

 

judge and jury mind

hears not the birdsong

resenting coming dawns

 

a tear meanders lost

on a forsaken face

quenching desert lilies

 

sandcastle dreams ebb

and flow, with the

incoming tides of life

 

under the arch’s curve

fate shelters a while

as the earth drinks deep

 

raindrops softly caress

verdant carpets drawn

on canvas fields

 

watercolours paint margins

for the Soul to journey

a leather coracle in Dao

 

the profound silence of ponds

hears water boatmen

tickle trout with song

 

the wind play flute

a chimney blows smoke rings

beech logs in the fire

 

cows chanting mantra in sheds

the prayer bell chimes

a farmer brings fresh hay

 

the kestrel hovers hungry

seeing beyond horizons

keen for future dreams

 

the woodcutter’s solitude

cuts axe blade sharp

through logs mundane

 

spiced wine warming

the veins of golden ore

pumped only by heart

 

the acrobat squirrel

crosses the swaying canyon

between century’s pylons

 

semaphore trees

waving long naked fingers

in winter’s winds

 

the point before mind

waits for the ripple of

a passing thought

 

stardust falls silent

for those who wait

no footprints in the snow

 

a match scratches a back

a hint of phosphorous

fire eases the itch of cold

 

moss on the trees

hiding from sunrays

growing only aeon’s beards

 

the wise old yews

cracking knuckles in the breeze

have watched millennia

 

the moorhens plink

pennies in a fountain

wishing for luck at dawn

 

a carrion crow plucks

a hearty breakfast

at the roadside café

 

omniscience counts

each Autumn leaf

the actuary of Souls

 

how does dharma teach

the fiery core of stars

only by feathers in the heart

 

what lies before now

only the present sleeping

waiting for the cockerel

 

what lies after now

only persistent dawns

irradiated with dew

 

what lies in the now

only forever born eternal

in the womb of moment

 

singing songs in the bath

no-one is watching

a child starts to walk

 

as naked as spring

a flower unfolds its flag

saying only welcome

 

the candle shimmers

beacons burn on the hills

eyes glisten with living love

 

an owl hoots in laughter

at man’s busy lives

pondering on their shadows

 

a spider’s web tense

sees the ants commute

yearning for love

 

soft down in chestnut shells

beyond fish hook barbs

cradles possibility

 

red holly berries

write in their font of hope

amidst the thorns

 

wide empty paths

leading to the cosmic causeway

where bamboo bridges flex

 

the Dao bends the reed

to fit the clarinet

and Gabriel’s oboe

 

Dao tunes pianos

in the darkness of night

a quintessence is born

 

a river carves Souls

whilst brooks chuckle softly

over the mossy rocks

 

mayflies tickle the eddies

willows bowing humble

under azure skies

 

scent carries fragrance

of lotus blossom

cherishing tender Sakurai

 

a single petal floats

wafted on pillow dreams

cotton wool soothes with a tincture

 

cutting carrots fine

a sliver of perfection

crisp and juicy with joy

 

sliced ginger pervades

more pungent than any dawn

a newborn deer forages